A small hall, in the middle is a square metal plate with a side of twenty feet long.

Around the hall, more than a dozen palace knights wearing full armor, not showing any flesh, and were covered with a blood-colored cloak on them, embroidered with black Hydra Sword, Shield, Thorns and Garlands of Thorns, standing there like sculptures.

Margaret III stepped onto the metal plate, and Mata XIII followed her silently like a shadow.

Hamden and more than a dozen important officials walked onto the metal plate carefully. Several ministers in military uniforms had normal expressions, while the other ministers in casual clothes had turned ugly.

Margaret III stomped his feet heavily and let out a few strange shouts.

‘Buzz’!

A low roar sounded in the small hall, neat lines on the metal plates lit up, and erratic light blue fluorescence spewed out from the thin lines, and the light was two feet high, and from the thin light, there were large fireflies-like blurred spots spreading, slowly rotating around Margaret III and others.

The metal plate was squirming like water waves, and Margaret III and others quickly sank into the metal plate.

The next moment, Margaret III and others came to a completely enclosed hall.

The square hall space is about one mile long, one third of its width, and more than half a mile high.

On the four walls of the hall, a few hundred feet above the ground, semicircular platforms protrude from the walls, and giant statues nearly a thousand feet high stand on them.

These statues are either human-body, animal-body, human-body, bird-body, human-body, animal-body, or animal-body, or pure bird-like orcs standing up, or some terrifying existences that are completely different from humans.

All the statues are pitch black all over, with golden stripes exposed in some places.

On these statues, there are magic arrays composed of strange talismans the size of thumb. A rich layer of ancient aura pours out from these magic arrays, making people feel that just standing in this hall, it is rapidly aging and decaying.

Under the semicircular platform on which each statue stands, there is a square gate nearly a hundred feet high on the wall.

All the doors were opened in pairs, all black, made of metal, with silver patterns engraved on them, emitting a faint silver light. These silver lights shone out from the door, shining hundreds of feet, illuminating the entire palace.

These silver lights counteract the ancient aura emitted from the statues, making people feel at ease and cool all over their body, greatly weakening the twisted feeling of rapidly aging and decay.

"Here, Her Majesty the Queen!" A hoarse, old voice came from a corner of the hall: "The two high men are preparing and will start soon. This time there is a little trouble, and that person's appetite is a little picky."

His face was covered with wrinkles, his bald head was covered with brown spots, he was only five feet tall, and his whole body was wrapped under an overly loose black robe. The hunched old man slowly stood on his cane, and walked out of a door at the corner of the hall step by step, waving towards Margaret III.

Margaret III took everyone to strode over. She came to the bald old man, looked down at the wrinkled and wrinkled face of the old man, who had been old and deformed to the extreme, and frowned, "Medica, you...maybe considering retirement."

"Her Majesty, I'm used to here." Metiga raised her head, coughed twice, and laughed softly, "I'm used to here... I feel safe here. And, maybe..."

Metiga glanced at the group of important imperial officials behind Margaret III and laughed strangely.

Margaret III shook her head gently and said in a deep voice: "Then, you should continue to guard here. By next year, when your seventh generation eldest grandson becomes an adult, I will enthrone a wealthy city for him."

Metica bowed to Margaret III with difficulty, then turned around, and walked into the open door behind her with her palm.

"That guy is becoming increasingly difficult to serve... In the past, he could fool him with some chicken, duck blood, pig, sheep blood. Later, he became smart and learned to make the blood of a strong man or a charming girl. Later, he asked for the blood of a warrior with extraordinary power. This time it was even more fun. He insisted on savoring the holy blood of the priests!"

"Oh? Then, is it satisfied its requirements?" Margaret III asked casually after Metiga.

"His Highness Conrad has been busy for an afternoon and tied up several trainee priests from the Golden Oak Church." Metiga's tone became a little strange: "The blood of the picky priests is not pure enough. There is no way. His Highness Salian drew a small bucket of blood from the secret prison and from the man who was secretly imprisoned by the Empire thirty years ago."

Margaret III smiled 'hehe': "Conrad always did this way in his work. He couldn't use the resources he had, so he went to the troubles. He kidnapped those trainee priests and had to wash the floor afterwards. Isn't it troublesome?"

There is a short corridor inside the door.

Unlike the hall with black as the main tone outside, the four walls of the corridor are made of light silver made of metal, with a large number of twisted iron-gray patterns on it. Combined together, you can vaguely see huge Hydras rolling and striking.

Small blood-colored gems are inlaid in the middle of some lines. If you look carefully, these gems are the eyes of those Hydras, which are constantly emitting a chaotic aura, making people unconsciously dizzy, blurred their minds, and even blood flows backwards in their bodies. The heart has the illusion of explosion at any time.

A strange power of chaos filled the corridor. After walking through this short corridor and coming to a small hall with a length of nearly a hundred feet, the power of chaos suddenly became a hundred times stronger.

Margaret III and Mata XIII had no movement at all, and their expressions did not change at all.

The group of imperial officials behind them, whether in military uniforms or casual clothes, all looked pale. Their bodies were slightly shaking, and blood vessels under their skin were bulging and squirming, as if poisonous snakes were about to emerge from their skin.

There were also several civilian ministers with weaker strength. Their faces became pale, their skin quickly tightened and stiff, and gradually there were snake-like patterns on the surface of their skin.

The air was squirming, the void was twisting, the light silver walls of the small palace seemed to have turned into boiling swamps, and iron-gray Hydra seemed to be about to emerge from the wall, and everyone had a "hissing" sound in their ears.

"Quiet! In the name of Hellinger, the great king of Hydra!" Metiga raised the cane in his hand and knocked heavily on the ground.

All the abnormalities disappeared.

A group of important officials of the Empire took a heavy breath at the same time, and cold sweat continued to emerge on their bodies. Including Prime Minister Hamden, they subconsciously took out their handkerchiefs and wiped the sweat that kept falling from their foreheads.

Margaret III raised his head and said coldly: "The Empire is going to war with the Highland Kingdom. The restless little female wolf will sooner or later be taught a lesson, so I directly ordered the increase of troops."

"But there are also aspects involved in the Kingdom of Ice Sea, the Kingdom of Saint Shia, the Church, etc."

"Ice Sea Kingdom, we can join forces to beat the restless little mother wolf. That's right!"

"But the navy of the Kingdom of St. Shea is too strong, and we must admit that on the sea, we are far from their opponents; and the church, the damn church, is like a stinky dog-smoked church, who is willing to step on them?"

Margaret III sighed: "I don't know how many times the documents handed over to me have been polished and modified by you. The decisions I made based on your information may bring the empire into the pit."

Hamden hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, the old minister will never do this."

Margaret III said bluntly: "Little Hamden, shut up, you won't, but your people will... Things like Wall Chapter should be reported to me before they take action, but what's the result?"

Hamden shut up.

He lowered his head, his eyes flashed in his sunken eyes. He secretly swore that some people in the intelligence headquarters would definitely not let them have a good time this time.

"I must give me first-hand information from the front line!" Margaret III said coldly: "Only first-hand information is the most real... Dear Salian and Conrad, are you ready?"

In the small silver-colored hall, there is an old pine wood desk in the middle.

The black-painted pine wood desk is ragged and may collapse at any time.

The paint was mostly off and dusty on the desk was filled with old mechanical typewriter.

Several of the ministers behind Margaret III accidentally looked at the typewriter and their bodies suddenly became cold. Then the crazy typing sound of "da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

Immediately afterwards, square characters quickly appeared on their skin, and their skin seemed to have turned into a huge piece of typing paper. The invisible typing keys lashed at their bodies frantically, leaving behind a string of twisted, evil, and illogical texts on them.

"What happens when an apple hits the head? Will people fly into the sky?"

"Steam, steam, great steam, you make so many mothers cry."

"Sheep, sheep, cute white wool, sheep are eating people, eating people!"

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to hit the mouse, but the mouse didn't hit it, and hit the little tiger..."

The weird words, twisted logic, and the words that made people confused were unknown. Several subjects who were hit were screaming, and a large area of ​​bruises appeared under their skin, as if they were beaten with a heavy hammer.

"Okay, dear 'Fever Typewriter', you have eaten and drunk enough to work. Let go of my subordinates, otherwise I will let you face the majesty of Helinger directly."

Margaret III yelled.

The typewriter that had been silent suddenly started to tap automatically.
Chapter completed!